Save Me

Chapter 3

The shop was hot this afternoon as I slid underneath the metal hunk. Oil covered my tanned hands as I greased everything up. 

"Malik!" 

The voice made me jump and my forehead crashed into the belly of the old car. A string of curse words fell out of my mouth as I wheeled myself out from under the Mustang. 

"What?" I wiped the black stains on my t-shirt, glancing up to see bright red stilettos contrasting the dirty floor. My eyes lingered up her curved body stopping on her face. 

"Can I help you ma'am?" A smirk drifted onto my stained face. 

"I was wondering if you could fix my car, I was told you were the best." She gestured behind her at a pretty little Mercedes.  

"Of course, I just need you to fill out some paper work." 

"Sure." 

I walked her over to the most remote area in the shop. 

I smiled a smile that wasn't my own, there it was the other side taking over. I couldn't remember exactly what I had said but fifteen minutes later I was tossing my rag across the old wooden counter and yelling upstairs to Vince that I had something important I had to get to. I barely made it into my car before I was touching her, running my hand through her brown curls. The drive seemed forever and I was in relief when my door came into view. I opened her door and she giggled stumbling out as I slammed it shut again behind her. We were both rushing through the door. My hands reached for her waist slamming her into the door as if to close it. I think her name was Janice, it didn't matter in an hour she would be history. Janice's breath was hot on my cheek as I trailed love bites down her neck. My hands reached for the straps of her dress yanking them down, leaving her in her undergarments and heels. She quickly pulled the barriers off and made a motion to remove her shoes. "Leave them," I whispered seductively into her collarbone. She was beautiful now that I was only seeing her, curves in all the right places and wavy brown locks that fell neat between her shoulder blades. She almos had a stripper body, I possibly asked asked her between sloppy kisses if that was her occupation but it was all a blur before my other side took over lifting her onto my shoulder carrying her to the other room. She giggled as I laid her down on the duvet, feeling up her breast for good measure and began to strip. By the look of her girly gestures, not a stripper, definitely not a stripper.

Her hair was sweaty and matted to her face as she laid across me in the sheets. Janice turned kissing the corner of my jaw sending shivers down my spine. She gave me a quirky smile before squeezing me, making me jump and harden all over again. I rolled over ready for another go when my eyes locked on the clock, 4:45. I was going to be late. I leapt from the bed in search of clothing. She sat up, a wrinkle forming on her brow. 

"What's wrong?" 

"I have an, um, appointment." 

She sat back on her elbows, a frown setting in.  

"Should I go." 

"I think that would be best." 

I kept up my search for clean textiles, glancing at the clock watching the passing minutes. I felt a numb feeling in the pit of my stomach as her bare body slipped from the bed tensely. She was mad, and I suppose I'd be mad too. Maybe she thought this would last a while, maybe that's what my other side promised her. It didn't matter now as she gathered her clothing and slammed the bathroom door. Letting out a sigh I threw on a green sweater I'd received last Christmas from my mum in the mail. She wouldn't see me anymore these days, every time she did tears poured down her face and she'd wave me out like an obnoxious child rough housing in a china cabinet. She acted as if my father's death was something I could have prevented and maybe I could've if I hadn't ran. I shouldn't have run, I was coward, still am a coward treating women like tools in my work shop. But some things never change, I couldn't be saved from the depths of the well. Something about being saved never appealed to me, what is the point of saving me? Aren't there worse people, I'm just as bad as anyone else in this life. Nobody is a saint, the darkest part under the assumed perfection is hiding in the pits of the stomach, waiting to rear up. I approached the white bricked cafe, she was slouched in a bar stool far in the back of the shop. Through the window I could tell she had a lot on her mind, or maybe that's how she always looked. A nervous breath passed through my thin lips as I took unsteady clips on the wooden floor inching closer. She had really beautiful long wavy brown hair, I'd have to remember to tell her that, but it wasn't just that, I couldn't even see her face to know in the next few seconds when she turned to great me my breath would be stolen right from my lungs. I'd seen many beautiful girls, but she was different, somehow innocent. As I had predicted, a soft pixie-like face turned to meet mine, a wide grin spread out, taut on her baby smooth skin. "Hey," the same soft voice drifted through the air and she held up a slim hand to gesture me over. "Hey," I was surprised with the tone of my voice, I didn't know what shyness felt like but this must have been it. A slight blush rose on her cheeks making her look younger than she was. I let out a chuckle, "We never formally met, your name is?" "I guess you're right; I'm Henna, I like giraffes and snow and short walks to the fridge, and you are..?" She thrust out a hand giggling. I took her smaller palm in mine giving a small shake as I laughed, "Zayn; onesie dance numbers and cake." The formality of the situation had both of us laughing and I took a seat across from Henna feeling much more comfortable. She was perfect really, I had to assume she was smart from the calculus textbook I scraped off the cement today; she was absolutely stunning, dark chocolate brown hair and walnut coloured eyes; the best part of it all was she was completely down to earth. Every girl who'd taken interest before had an air of snobbishness following in their wake, she didn't. I smiled as a waitress sat two coffees down, on a normal day my other side would've swooned the woman in the uniform while managing to keep the stranger across the table wrapped around my finger, but today it felt like that blackness was finally behind a locked door. I felt right for the first time, not right as in having the power to control the females surrounding me, but right as in finding the little jigsaw piece that's been lost under your bed for months.